"Um, I don't know what a cauterize is." He said as they walked down the street. Thankfully, no one else was up, or they would have some explaining to do. "And no, we can't stop. We stop, its going to keep bleeding. it keeps bleeding, you die." He said, not looking towards the hunter, but instead looking for a shortcut.
He ignored the other persons questions, except the last two. "No, he needs to go towards a hospital, and yes, he did hit a artery." He said, shooting a quick frown at the person behind him as he answered the first question.
Edited at November 29, 2019 05:35 PM by shadow masters
<div style="text-align: center;">Lane was almost confused by her second question, but he answered the first. "Just got back from my run," he replied before he looked at her. "Remember, my parents don't live in this house anymore." He replied. They were still alive, but maybe Victoria had just forgotten that they had moved back to their own place instead of living with their son, which Lane hadn't minded, but he was an adult now and shouldn't have his parents still living with him. "Nothing you need to do, no. Or at least not right now," Lane then replied and nodded when she went to change. Lane was happy to have her as company.
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<div style="text-align: center;">"But, do you wanna go into town for a bit? I need to get some stuff to and maybe we could visit my parents." He asked after Victoria returned.
Chris frowned. He passed out in Mike's arms, going limp. Luckily the hospital was only a few yards away and three nurses came outside, dragging him into the hospital. He had emergency surgery and was put in a hospital bed in the recovery room with an IV drip.
The doctor began talking to Mike, "It's good that you got him here so quick. A few more minutes and he would've died. The bullet wasn't a huge concern, since bullets that size are rarely fatal, but it did blow up his femoral artery." He frowned slightly, "How did this happen? How was he shot?" He put an oxygen mask over Chris's face, "He must've been hunting rabbits and shot himself, right? It couldn't have killed any animal bigger than that unless you shot them several times." Chris opened his eyes slightly, waking up, "Yeah..because I wasn't really going to kill anything."
I don't know. I saw him dragging himself out of the woods." He said, fabricating a story. He frowned slightly when he heard him say those last words; the doctor didn't understand the meaning behind them, but he did. He might have not wanted to kill the other person, but you don't really plan how a fight is going to go beforehand.
"So, how long is he going to have to stay here?" He asked; he was wondering how long he had before the hunters would come after them. The hunter would most likely give the dogs the scraps of his jacket. He knew how they operated, and he knew that the hunter wasn't going to let him leave.
The doctor smiled, "Well, we transfused some more blood into him. And the wound was small. So, he can go back home today." Chris eyed Mike silently. The doctor spoke, "He has no immediate family and needs someone to care for him the next few days. We don't want to keep him in the hospital if it's unnecessary. Do you have any ideas on what to do with him? Would you be willing?" Chris's eyes widened.
Chris growled softly, "No thank you. No!" He was in agony at the thought of being watched by a shifter. He frowned, not wanting to reveal his own secret of being a Hunter. He couldn't let the public know. He looked at the doctor angrily, "Can't I just stay at home myself?" He frowned, "It wouldn't be ideal.." Chris eyed the shifter, "Only if he promises to leave me alone and not take my mask off.."
Victoria Kopaki (Raven Hood) | Shifter| Mentions:Lane King
Victoria awkwardly smiled and felt heat creep up her cheeks, "Oh. Yeah." There was an awkward silence, "Sleep must have clouded my memory. No wonder it's been so quiet this morning," she faked lagued. She tried to brush her awkward moment off and change the subject. She jumped at the chance to change the subject, "Going to town sounds good, and I would love to visit your parents." She really needed to get her own place she repeated to herself. "I'll be totally ready in a moment," she promised.
She went back to her room and brushsed her hair and cared for her teeth. She got tenis shoes and socks. She put them on and returned to Lane. "I'm ready now. Sorry, I didn't get ready earlier," she said. She grabbed her purse, which she kept pepper spray in. She was tempted to carry a gun, but she wasn't sure if she could handle one. She was afraid that she would spray herself with pepper spray, but she needed a weapon just in case a hunter found her.
Zack sleepily opened his eyes. Yep. It was noon-ish or some time later in the day and he just got up. That's what he gets for thinking that a Shifter would be stepping into his rope trap at 3:00. He groaned as he sat up, rubbing the back of his sore neck as he tilted his head left then right. Sleeping in a tree and using a bag full of ropes, tranquilizers, and other supplies as a pillow isn't as comfortable as he would have liked. He looked at the trap set up in the not-so-distant tree nearby. Nope. Nothing.
Dang... I even had a nice set up and everything... Z was in the forest by the town and had set up a trap that was basically unseeable. One set by a small flowing stream so if any Shifters may go to the stream, whap! They would be in a net before they even realized they were off the ground. He should feel like a genius for making that, but he didn't. It just was normal for him to make these. He sighed quietly, laying back down as he stared at the trap. Soon...
Edited at November 29, 2019 09:47 PM by Determined_Wolf
She woke sluggishly, pale blue eyes staring up at the sky. Well, what little of the sky she could see between buildings. Yes, she had slept in an alley again, but why not? It was safer than the sidewalk, more hidden. At least, it felt that way. The closed-in brick walls around her almost seemed cozy... But that was beside the point, she needed to get moving. She had a little bit of cash on hand, she could buy some food for once.
Slowly standing despite the aching of her joints, she rolled up the sleeping bag on the ground and pushed it out of the way, tucking it in a corner where hopefully no one would find it. Then, after running her fingers through her hair and rubbing the last of the sleep from her eyes, she slung her backpack over her shoulders and quietly blended in with the morning crowd. Most people ignored her. Some actively avoided her, incorrectly assuming that her sickly thin state was due to drug abuse. That was common in this city. But it wasn't Sil's problem. Sil's problem was cancer. Cancer that couldn't be treated and that would soon end her life. She inhaled shakily, adjusted the straps of the backpack, and kept walking, her eyes locked on the storefront of a small family grocery. The owners were shifters; there were shifters everywhere, but nearly invisible to the human eye. The owners liked Sil and sometimes gave her food for free, understanding her situation to some extent.
Soon, she was leaving the grocery with a brown paper bag full of fresh fruit and a couple of sandwiches. She settled on a nearby park bench to eat a sandwich and one of the apples, ignoring the gaze of the occasional passing stranger.
Shiloh hadn't really slept, well any the last night. For the past couple days he had been sleeping during the day and was awake at night. Possibly trying to stay away from any hunters during the day. It hadn't really worked if he was being honest, so his plan was being retired. He'd taken a few pills to keep himself awake and then had left his apartment. Dragging his hands over his face as he exited the elevator he grimly blinked.
Time to find Sil. He hadn't seen her in a couple days due to his sleeping schedule. It didn't take him long to find her on a bench, casually eating some food. With his hands in his pockets Shiloh waltzed over and beamed at her.
"Nice weather we're having huh?" He slid onto the bench aside of her and put his hands in his lap before turning to face her.
"I told you that you could've came and spent the night at my apartment instead of being out here. Do you need the address again?"
She frowned down at the sandwich, deciding that she was no longer hungry enough to eat it. Having not taken a bite of it, she wrapped it up again and moved to put it back into the bag. Just as she did so, a familiar voice reached her, and she looked up with a smile to see Shiloh walking over to her with a casual air. "Oh, hey Shiloh," she said with a slightly embarrassed laugh, wishing that he hadn't found her like this.
"Hungry?" She offered him the still-wrapped sandwich, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. "And yeah, I know, I know... I remember where it is." Her smile turned slightly melancholy. She hadn't gone to his place because she didn't want to burden him with her problems. If she stayed there once, she would stay there again, and it would probably end up with him taking care of her sooner or later. She didn't want to put that burden on him, emotionally or physically. "I'm fine, though."